Alexander

Twenty-eight-year-old Alexander Moretti was one of the most dangerous, influential, and wealthiest Mafia bosses in the world. His name alone was enough to strike terror into everyone's hearts. Standing at 195 centimeters tall, with a powerful, muscular physique, jet-black hair, and icy blue eyes, he appeared to be a man without mercy.

But behind that tough face, he hid a dangerous obsession with one girl.

He watched her silently for an entire year, knowing more about her days and habits than she knew about herself.

That day, she was sitting with her friends in a quiet garden adorned with colorful roses, and everything seemed normal. After she left them for a moment to buy ice cream, she felt a strong hand grab her from behind, and then darkness suddenly fell.

When she regained consciousness after a long time, she found herself in a spacious and luxurious room, predominantly in a calming brown hue. The furniture was elegant, and the air was thick with a strong, mysterious scent of men's cologne. She looked at herself in shock; she was no longer wearing the dress she had been wearing, but rather different, more comfortable clothes, and her hair, which had been tied back over her shoulders, now lay loose.

The room looked like a room inside a luxurious palace... or the home of someone who owns everything.

Someone who had been watching her for a whole year.

Alexander Moretti.